Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin - yesSoaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say “how you look good”Rejections follow me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurtsI’ve come here to express myself ’cause I’m tired of these chainsI am tired of the strains, walking ‘cross the plains, take me in your arms

Fire red, the stage I treadElevate me, celebrate meExtroverted but full of fearThe Soviet trumpeter

To make them dance as fairies, oh, to make them sing alongSo close to fever pitch and oh so close to happinessI’m tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don’t think you dare’cause I am such a communist and I’m breaking down insideThough the world is open wide drowning in it’s tide take me in your arms

Fire red, the ground I treadElevate me, celebrate meExtroverted but full of fearThe Soviet trumpeter

Fire red, the ground I treadElevate me, celebrate meExtroverted but full of fearThe Soviet trumpeter